by Delilah Hunt
Chapter Twelve
“Hey Cole, is it true?”
Cole gritted his teeth and turned in the direction of the tenderfoots he was leading to round up the herd of cattle for inspection. He disliked it when they tried to engage him in conversation and had purposely separated himself from them each day, apart from using the various signals to help them learn the ropes when the foreman left him in charge.
Hat low on his face and bandanna covering his mouth from the dry Colorado dust, Cole glared at the man giving him a better-not-fuck-with-me look. He’d cultivated the look years ago to make up for what he couldn’t verbally express.
The twenty-year old, Leewood looked over at the others, his eyes glinting nervously and chuckled. “Aw, come on man, lighten up. The trail is shit boring, just tryna’ have some fun. I heard the foreman nearly had a heart attack when he saw that hot black chick coming out of your room.”
He swung his gaze ahead, not wishing for those idiots to see any reaction from him. He had no idea anyone knew of Noelle’s visits to his room. He’d spoken to Beau at least twice since the day started and not once had the man hinted at the knowledge. Now it seemed to be common knowledge that he and Noelle were sleeping together. Cole frowned. Was that the reason Beau had been assigning him the less desirable tasks all week, including having to oversee the laziest set of cowpokes he’d ever come across? In any case, that was the least of it. He hoped to God word hadn’t reached Noelle’s father yet. Not that he feared the man, but he doubted Noelle had any idea they were the subject of gossip for anyone looking to add some excitement to the staid ranch life.
“For real, Cole. You’re like my idol, dude. You’re the biggest guy on the ranch, I’ve been pumping iron and I doubt I’ll get halfway close to your size and to top it off, you’re laying Noelle Williams.” The others laughed in agreement, spurring the idiot on. “We know you can’t give details, but damn, is she any good?”
Another one near the back yelled out. Cole recognized the voice to be Mike, the wannabe ladies man. “I just wanna know, what’s it like fucking a black chick? Think that’s my next territory to explore.”
Next territory. Like he was some fucking Casanova. Cole clenched his jaw and glanced backward to let them know he didn’t find a damn thing amusing about the conversation as another shouted out. “Hey Cole, when you’re finished with the little filly, just send her on over this way. Might be able to show her a few tricks with the ropes.”
Loud raucous laughter erupted and the buffoon leaned over his mare high fiving his friend. White-hot fire flashed before his eyes and steam coursed through his veins. Reining in his temper, Cole swallowed the urge to jump down and yank the fuckers off their horses and pound them into the red dusty earth. Instead he took a deep breath. No surprise, not a single one of them wore their chaps. Probably thought it was cooler to go without. Cole looked ahead at the path toward the range then switched his gaze to the shadowed grove on the left, a path no longer used because of the many varieties of wild bushes and thorn. A nightmare for any cowboy without a pair of chaps to rely on against the abrasive plants, able to cut through the jeans.
Too fucking bad for them.
Without further acknowledging the men, he waved his arm toward the right and kicked his spurs into the horse. A few minutes into the prickly trail and his sex life with Noelle would be the last thing on their minds.
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Hours later when he returned to the ranch, Cole hung up his saddle and gave the horse a pat on the rump before closing the stall and heading out to dining hall. He didn’t have much of an appetite tonight. The thought of his relationship with Noelle being aired out in the open for everyone to dissect made his stomach turn.
Cole waited outside the hall. He needed to have a talk with the foreman. As Beau exited the building, Cole took note of the hesitancy in the older man’s stride toward him. Guilty conscience.
“How did the drive go?” Beau asked, coming to a stand beside him.
It didn’t go beyond his notice that Beau refrained from signing along with speaking the sentence as he’d always done before.
“Fine, but you already know that. I suppose you know just about everything that goes on around here.”
Beau pulled off his hat and hit it against his leg. “What’s the hostility about?”
“You don’t have enough to do around here without watching what I’m doing?”
The foreman shook his head, jaw set. “Oh. This is about you managing to get the Williams girl in the sack with you?”
Managing. He made it sound like he roped the girl and dragged Noelle into his bed. If only the man knew how sweetly and willing she came to him each and every night, so much that it made his chest swell with pride.
“Why do you care so much?” He didn’t even know why he bothered to ask. It was evident Beau was jealous and could not understand why Noelle would choose him over everyone else. He didn’t doubt for a minute that sentiment was echoed throughout the ranch.
“It’s no sweat off my back. I just wonder how long you think it’s gonna last, if you think Williams is gonna accept you being with his daughter.”
Cole frowned. Whatever respect he had for Noelle’s father, disappeared the day he heard the man berating her. Although, if Noelle cared about the man, then deep down a part of him did want Mr. Williams’ acceptance if only for the sake of her.
“You think if it was you it would make a difference?” Again he already knew the answer. Because of his lack of speech, on some level most people automatically, regardless if they wanted to admit it or not, felt inherently higher than him.
Beau shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not in love with the girl, like I said, I was just surprised by the two of you and let it slip. My bad. No harm meant, no harm done. Get over it, cowboy.”
Cole shook his head. No harm. He didn’t expect that from his foreman. Ever since he came on the ranch the man had shown him nothing but respect and praising his skills, but all that meant shit when it came to a woman. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who got the pretty girl.
Afterward, Cole returned to the living areas and swung open the door to his room, stopping short when he saw a figure curled up in his bed. Noelle. He could see a few strands of her shiny dark hair sticking out from under the sheet. He closed the door lightly not wishing to rouse her from sleep. Damn. What he wouldn’t give to come home to her every evening in a place of their own.
The figure shifted and Cole moved closer to her as she sat up in the bed. Bright red, tear- streaked eyes shone back at him.
His heart hammered. “What’s wrong?” He hoped her father hadn’t hurt her.
She shook her head and slipped her arms around his neck. “Nothing,” she choked out. “Everything… everything is wrong except this.”
Cole pulled back and stared at her, searching her watery eyes. He hadn’t wanted to rush her into confiding in him, but he was still worried about why she chose to remain living with her parents when they, at least her father had no respect for her. It made no sense. Not for an intelligent, confident woman like her.
He kissed her forehead, then signed. “Tell me, beauty. Nothing can be that bad to have you curled up in my bed, crying.”
She shook her head. “I want to Cole. I swear to God I want to tell you, but I can’t. Not right now.” Her voice broke as she continued. “I know it doesn’t seem fair and you’ve been so good to me. More than I could ever deserve. You have to understand that I don’t want to…” She stopped, choosing instead to burrow her face in his neck, tear spiked lashes wetting his skin as she dropped kisses on his shoulder.
Cole tilted her chin and brought his lips to her soft warm mouth. He couldn’t help it. Noelle was like a drug to him. The moment he came in and saw her on the bed, his cock sprang to life with thoughts of tearing away the sheet and pushing her legs apart while she slept flickering through his mind. He wanted to see her reaction as she came, awakened crying out her orgasm and feeling his cum heating her womb.
“You need me, don’t you?” Cole slid his hand beneath the covers and cupped her sex, slipping his fingers between her soft folds, moisture greeting his touch.
She bit her lips and raised her hips. “I always need you. Will always crave the way you make me feel with your shaft.”
Her words caressed his heart. How the fuck did he get so lucky to have her? If Noelle didn’t want to talk and sought comfort from having his cock sliding into her needy cunt, then so be it.
Her fingers went to his shirt and Cole smiled to himself. He loved how Noelle was always so enthusiastic for his touch, ready to accept him inside her body. Once his clothes were removed, Cole pushed back the sheet and saw that she was naked beneath the covers. His cock throbbed. Simply heaven, coming home to a naked Noelle ready and waiting for him after a hard day. The thought of how he would shove into her and fuck until all the damn stress was gone and he didn’t have to think about anything save for how good Noelle looked with his cock inside her was almost enough to make him come inside his pants.
Placing his legs on either side of Noelle, Cole straddled her, careful not to place his full weight on her delicate frame. With one hand fisting a lock of hair, the other closed over her left breast, kneading the supple flesh. She let out a soft sigh as he stroked a fingertip over a thick dark nipple. Her tits were so damn pretty and full. He released her hair, closed his hands over the side of her breasts and squeezed them together. God in heaven, the valley between them looked so tight, he could see it gripping his prick almost as sweet as her cunt.
His cock hardened and the need for her intensified. Damn, he could already feel the sperm churning in his balls for her. He leaned over and kissed each breast. What he wouldn’t do for a chance to fuck her like this. He prayed Noelle could see the need in his eyes and let him take her this way.
“Cole,” she moaned, watching as he reached below and lifted his shaft toward her breasts. Using the tip, he brushed it against her nipples, tenderly caressing while stroking the back of his hand against the curve of her right breast.
“You want to fuck me there, don’t you?”
His eyes closed in relief at her question. He didn’t think there was anyone on earth able to read him like his Noelle. She pushed her breasts together and stared at him, anticipation and want reflecting in those vibrant chocolate orbs.
That’s my girl, he thought. Unabashed and beautiful in her need for his cock.
Gonna fuck you so good, beauty. Then afterward he was going to flip her over and fuck her all over again deep inside her welcoming cunt.
Placing a hand on her shoulder, Cole lifted his penis and thrust between her breasts. He held himself there and glanced at Noelle. Eyelids lowered, her thick dark lashes fanned against her cheek.
Man, he hoped she loved the way they looked together as much as he did. Her dark skin was so beautiful around his cock. He gave another thrust, deep inside the inviting valley, so turned on at the differences between them. And not just the skin color.
She was his. The most attractive woman he’d ever laid eyes on, soft and pliant beneath him, gazing with adoration at his penis cradled between her breasts. She was all his and the knowledge shook him to his very soul.
He looked down at her as she lifted her gaze to meet his. Her lips were slightly parted. Cole didn’t need to touch her pussy to know she was hot and dripping. He pumped slowly, his cock sliding in and out of the tight passage she created for him with her tits.
Noelle lifted her head, and placed a hand on his stomach, stroking right above the dark trail of hair. “I love having you on top of me,” she whispered thickly, her eyes darting between his shaft fucking her tits and his face strained with the effort not to drive her down into the mattress with each thrust.
Her breath came in shallow pants. How she loved every bit of it. Rearing back, he dug his fingers in her hair and pumped again. Her soft sighs tore through him and Cole growled, as Noelle dipped her chin seeking out his prick. With each thrust, she darted out her tongue to lick the engorged head.
Dear God. She was hungry again for his cock in her mouth. If he let her keep that up he was gonna come all over her pretty face the next time she licked him. He pushed her head back in order to keep his sanity.
“No,” she whimpered, trying to reach up and suckle the tip into her mouth. “Please, Cole let me taste it.”
His breathing harshened but he kept pumping between her breasts. It was so fucking hard to deny her. Noelle was spoiled to the core for his cock. And he loved it. Loved the way her lips pouted ever so slightly as he’d pushed away her face. Flexing his hips, Cole surged forward and back, fucking her ripe breasts.
Jesus, it felt good. He closed his eyes on the verge of giving a final thrust when his gaze lowered to see Noelle slide her tongue across her lips, her fingers clutching the edge of the sheet. She was so fucking sweet, the best thing to ever happen to him and he wanted to give her the world.
Sliding from between her breasts, he kept his focus on her brown lips, luscious and inviting, calling to him. Knees spread to get a better access; Cole grasped his cock, brushing the swollen head against her lips. If he wasn’t so horny and aching to get inside her mouth, he would have blushed at the sight of his cock so close to her lips.
Her tongue darted out and flickered over the fluid glistening on his shaft.
Cole blinked. He pushed his cock closer to her, watching as she licked beneath the rim and slid her warm tongue over the head.
“You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?” she asked, dropping a kiss on the tip.
Like. Love. He wanted it every hour of the day.
In answer, he thrust his cock into her mouth before he shamed himself and came all over her face. Cole groaned inwardly. What a sight that would make—his cum on her gorgeous face. He thrust harder into her mouth. The thought didn’t even bear thinking about if he wanted to last.
Her hands went to the sides of his thighs, gripping him as Cole sank his fingers into her hair and pulled back, thrusting with force. He didn’t want to be rough with Noelle, but her mouth and tongue felt like heaven on earth. Warm and snug, there was no helping it.
Cole pumped his hips once, then twice, picking up a feral rhythm. Noelle scraped her fingernails across his thighs, keening softly.
So, she liked having him on top of her. His large cock stuffed inside her mouth. His movements quickened and intensified. He couldn’t stop himself, with Noelle’s hands going around his waist, urging him on and pulling him closer. Cole wrapped his hand around her hair and began fucking and fucking, thrusting his penis as far as it could go along the passage of her throat. Her body trembled beneath him on the squeaking bed.
Cole glanced at Noelle, her eyes were teary but gleaming with the look of lust, uncaring as his balls slapped against her chin with each thrust. From the sound of her sweet little moans, she was enjoying this as much as he was. His beautiful perfect girl liked having her mouth fucked and stretched full by his thick flesh. His cock. Only his.
His balls drew up and Cole growled, no longer ashamed of the sound he emitted. Noelle’s eyes widened then her lids lowered sensuously. If he didn’t know any better he’d think the horrible sound aroused her. That glossy gaze softened on him and her lips cinched lasciviously around his penis, suckling hard.
Gentling his pace, Cole gave a long thrust, paused, allowing her greedy mouth to suckle from the tip. Panting hard, he pulled back and plunged hard hitting the delicate palate of her throat. He threw his head back, seizing her to him as the first drop of cum squeezed from the tip and slid down her throat. He drew back just a bit and allowed his cock to slide along her moist tongue, savoring the feeling of just being inside her mouth. It was a privilege he would never take for granted, not even if they did this a thousand times over. Above her tongue, his cock swelled and jerked. Coming. Cole groaned inside his head, pumping gently in her face as ejaculate spurted from his heavy shaft into her waiting mouth.
Deep in throes, he
curled his fist around her hair and kneaded a supple breast, slowly dying at the feel of Noelle milking his seed. When the last of his orgasm ripped through him, reluctantly he withdrew his cock, half hard and softening from the pleasure she had wrung from him. Glancing down at himself, he tilted his head and moaned inwardly. Warm spurts of clear semen spilled from the slit. God in heaven, hadn’t he just given her a thick load? And he was still coming. He lowered his gaze at Noelle and blushed, feeling like a boy unable to control himself.
Then he felt her smooth fingers on him. He chanced meeting her eyes. Through lowered eyelids, she returned his gaze, her eyes slanted with passion and the knowledge of a woman who knew she could bring a man to his knees. With the back of her hand she stroked his length. Her eyes remained fastened, riveted to his prick as if she were silently pleading with him to climax for her again. Just like that, his cock twitched, not wishing to displease her. When the final shot of cum trickled out, Noelle leaned her head forward, lush dark strand falling across her face as she lapped at the clear fluid like a starving kitty.
She was killing him. With every lick of her warm tongue over his cockhead and along the length, Cole thought he was going to die of pleasure.
No more. He needed to regain control. Taking a deep breath, Cole pushed away her hand and shook his head. He was going to have to fuck her proper now that she had gotten him hard again. He climbed off her chest and flipped her over onto her stomach.
“What are you doing?” She lifted her head, trying to look back at him.
Cole pushed her legs apart and leaned over her back. Holding his cock, he locked eyes with her and thrust home, seating himself to the hilt.
“Ohhh,” Noelle screamed, the sound echoing across the thin walls.
Bracing one hand on the bed and the other in her hair, Cole fucked her hard, ramming the entire length of his cock into her sopping cunt. She was gripping him so damn tight. Her pussy clenching around his shaft, spurred him to fuck her with all his strength. She needed this as much as he needed to give it to her, he told himself as the mattress protested and her body shuddered beneath his large frame.
